Mo Yi seemed to hear the Princess's song by his ear, its melody laden with poignant sorrow and regret. Following the memory of her, he sang the lyrics line by line. Mo Yi's singing could only be called decent; he certainly could not compare to an Omnipotent Person like the Princess. To recreate her singing, he added a suitable amount of Light of the Heart to his voice.
As he sang, Mo Yi's thoughts seemed to return to the past. After listening, he inexplicably felt saddened, grieving for the story's protagonist—the kind of simp one could not decide whether to praise or pity.
"Your Highness the Princess, is something bothering you?"
Naturally, when the Princess wanted to express her emotions and thoughts, she would not be like Ji Anya, who would directly pounce on Mo Yi, complain in a spoiled tone, and then ask for hugs and comfort.
Instead, she expressed them through all kinds of actions and words, using artistic metaphor. That was the difference between lofty art and popular entertainment.
Of course, Mo Yi did not think lofty art was necessarily better than popular entertainment. They each had their own flavor and audience. As for Mo Yi, he belonged to the "I want them all" camp.
After spending so much time with the Princess, Mo Yi had become accustomed to observing the surface she presented and guessing at the profound meaning she wished to convey beneath it. He had some confidence in this; when guessing what the Princess truly wanted to say, he usually had a success rate of around fifty percent.
So, the night before last, after hearing the Princess sing in such a mournful voice, Mo Yi directly asked whether she was unhappy.
Princess: You finally noticed that I'm unhappy! Fine, you took Chong Chong and